Summer smoke rises while strange creatures join the feast.

Summer hangs in the yard like a held breath, burgers sizzling, cold cans sweating, the afternoon folding itself into the familiar rhythms of company and smoke. Nobody seems troubled by the creature near the shed -- part frog, part octopus, all stillness -- watching the grill with the patient gravity of something that has been waiting a very long time. The fence holds the world at bay, and inside it, the ordinary and the impossible share the same lazy afternoon.

Jul 5, 2026

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